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“Glimmer”

I want to get covered up
in white netted nylon,
sticky like an experienced mouth
chewing cotton candy
beneath a humid Illinois sun.
I want to get covered up
in one hundred and six pounds of flesh;
more if she is tall,
especially in her legs.
I want to get covered up
in fancy silver sequins,
until I am mistaken for one you hold dear.
I want to get covered up
in bright teeth and sharp jaw lines;
Lipstick smeared on like tail lights
darting down a dark Detroit highway.
I want to get covered up
in golden glitter and cliché aesthetic;
Bathe me in stage light and confused stares.
I want to get covered up
in glancing fingers;
The sort that invite me to burn down cities
and keep perfumed silk as souvenirs.
I want to get covered up
in the cheap wafting scents of two dollar cabernet,
and know the folks who drink it
only by how they lean on polished banisters
and touch what ought not to be felt.
I want to get covered up
in warm melting snow
and feel myself dissolve into a fresh stream that flows
into the waiting mouths of a city.
I want to get covered up in your grandeur
and suffocated by your intent.
I want to get ravished by your innocence
and hollowed out by your tongue.
I want to get snorted by your habits
and bled when you are done.
I want to get christened by your obedience
and abused like devoted wives to the alcohol.
I want to be bound by the black
and covered up by your glimmer;
Confessions of saints laid by the feet
of killers.